Chapter 413 – Vulcan Rockhead -1-

Blood spread like a stain on a pure white background.

The arm that was mine. Only one side of the field of vision remains.

The familiar pain and dizziness that leads to death.

Roman is burning his life for an unknown number of times in Musin’s mind.

On the first day, I forgot about the past, which I thought was an unconventional training that was no different from cheating.

A space where the statement that no damage is done to the actual body does not provide any consolation.

The owner of this place was truly versatile enough to be worthy of the name God, giving Roman a proper sense of reality and tension.

If you cannot withstand the pressure, fear, and pain that comes at the moment of death, your spirit will die.

“Ah. Is it over already?”

“···.”

Roman jumped up and grabbed his chain with his remaining left hand.

Charuk -!

Since everything allocated to the body has been used up, there is no mana to replace the shape of the arm that has been emptied by the new level of Auror.

Even breathing doesn’t work as intended.

“It’s admirable that you don’t even flinch your eyes as your shoulder gets torn apart. It’s a completely different story to embrace the pain rather than endure it.”

“···.”

Musin, who saw Roman calmly maintaining his stance even though the floor was completely empty, nodded with a satisfied smile.

“The body is not enough; it is too much. In comparison, the soul is like a chick that has just broken a bowl. Do not neglect mental training.”

“Sigh!”

While blindfolded using a white cloth, Musin avoided a chain flying like a snake and a kick stabbing like a spear by just a piece of paper.

Meanwhile, his mouth did not rest.

“In the outside world, he would be considered a warrior whose name will be engraved in history at this level, but he is still far from living as he wants.”

“Whoa…!”

Martial God did not expect an answer from Roman.

The correct answer is to rush forward without breaking concentration.

She had fun. The pleasure reached after a long time.

There have been a lot of guys who only talk loudly, but this guy is different. My mouth was living and paying the price.

‘Before Iri Ip, just by creating a landscape, the central plain could be turned upside down… And that was not enough, it reached a state of enlightenment. I guess it should be called the Heavenly Martial Body.’

It has grown to a level that cannot be compared or even imagined compared to when we first met.

Although she didn’t show it, she was always astonished by Roman’s rapid growth, which easily exceeded her expectations.

I am so afraid that pointless praise will grow into arrogance and become poisonous, so I can’t hold back and even when I try to praise someone, I end up saying nothing and ending what would have been a thousand praises with just one.

‘Of all the people I’ve faced now, the only one who can be called an opponent is the one who is neither a human nor a dragon. At least, as time passes like this…’

Roman himself believes that the growth he has experienced is great, but he has not tried to confirm or judge its level. She didn’t even give details so as not to be complacent.

She felt herself growing, but there were no visible numbers. She was in the same situation where she couldn’t defeat Musin anyway.

He had no chance to compete again with someone he had beaten once in the past.

There it is.

Musin, the only person who accepts his power, cuts off his sparring with Roman like a sword every time he reaches Ban Si-jin.

The fact that there are still no effective hits or wounds is a bonus. In this situation, meaningful reality is a long way off.

“That’s a big move. I guess this means asking for your foot to be cut off?”

Ping -!

Roman collapsed from his seat as blood poured out of his ankle.

“Tsk.”

“Stop.”

As he tried to move his body by flicking his wrist, Mushin pressed his back with the sheath of his sword and stopped him.

“There is still a long way to go to get rid of the title of Ahae (兒孩).”

“···I feel the lack of it most keenly.”

The profile of Roman, who tries not to show that he is angry, but seems to be finding it difficult to control his anger.

Isn’t the essential virtue of a great warrior an unwavering desire to win and a sincere desire to win every time, despite realizing the difference in rank?

It is satisfying to watch.

“Hehe… Excitement makes your mouth like a feather more than alcohol. Today, I was unusually talkative.”

“Don’t scratch the inside and kill me.”

Musin removed the sword sheath from his back and walked three steps to stand in front of the fallen Roman.

“Don’t be so mean. I’m going to reward you for your excellence, so open your eyes and look.”

“···?”

Sereung -!

A weapon that Musin always had but never used.

The sword at his waist, which had never been drawn before, revealed its blue blade.

“It’s been a long time since I revealed the inside of my thoughts to someone.”

Kugugu ㅡ.

Starting from Musin.

The image that had a pure white background began to take on a dark color.

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“!”

When Roman opened his eyes again, he was in Atra’s next room.

The moment when I return from my imagination to reality, time begins to move, and I catch my breath.

Cold sweat dripped down Roman’s body.

“Ha.”

The last sight I saw with my eyes pops into my head.

It doesn’t come off easily.

‘At the end, what the heck…’

Even though the usual mental sparring ends with you getting used to it, getting stabbed in the neck, exploding heart, or getting a headache.

As new variations came, it took a huge toll on my heart.

Pong-!

Feeling exhausted, Roman took out a potion and filled his mouth.

“Fufu…”

I am in a situation where I am being chopped into small pieces by knocking on the door to the image of martial arts whenever I get the chance.

When will I be able to stick a knife in that stomach? Today again, Roman sharpened his knife in his heart.

‘···For now, focus again on escorting.’

Roman spread his senses out with his back against the wall.

*****

Hehe~”

After washing with hot water, Atra hummed and wiped her body with her refreshed mind.

Steal any moisture hidden under her breasts, buttocks or armpits as well.

Places that cannot be clearly seen require thorough attention.

Atra succeeded in securing two rooms adjacent to Roman’s and was satisfied with it until the evening.

What is more satisfying than anything else is that the backpack was retrieved with a struggle that was almost like that of a herd.

‘No underwear…!!!’

Even if he brainwashes his mind because it’s part of his job, he doesn’t have the confidence to endure if Roman comes with his underwear.

Has the accumulation of embarrassment reached its peak? Just imagining it makes my mind explode.

Tick!

After putting on his underwear, Atra put on comfortable clothes that could be used as pajamas.

She sat down at the table and picked up a pen.

‘Tomorrow is really important.’

She was scribbling down on paper again with a crunching sound to clear her mind.

Atra’s eyes turn to her clothes hanger in her room.

Roman’s outerwear catches the eye. Instead of returning it, I just brought it back to the room.

‘Isn’t the room a little cold…?’

Atra stood up from her seat after looking around her several times, knowing that no one was there.

After putting Roman’s robe on her hanger, she sat back down at the table.

Next day.

It was Algrat who was waiting for the two people who stopped by the church a little earlier than lunch.

Algrat, who scratched his head with a complicated expression and handed over the mail written by Varian, thanked Atra for treating him and then flew away as if running away.

“He has a warm heart as much as his hot energy.”

“I think he has a naive side other than hitting and hitting.”

I could tell just by looking at him that Algrat was not used to expressing gratitude.

“We···.”

“Let’s go out. The priests look busy with work, so it would be best to leave.”

“I see.”

The two people who felt uncomfortable reading in the church came out like Algrat.

I walked to the square and sat down on a corner bench.

When Roman neatly opened the sealing wax and handed over the letter inside, Atra unfolded the folded paper and read the contents carefully.

“···.”

There was no surprise. Atra felt the tension in her throat drying up like a desert as she had dinner with ‘that person’ as Varian had promised yesterday.

“The water is here.”

“Ah… Thank you.”

With ghostly timing, Atra quenched her thirst with water and asked Roman, who had finished reading her letter in the meantime.

“Brother, have you ever heard of him?”

“Of course. Since he is one of the two people that come to mind when talking about the dragon people of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, most people probably know his name.”

Vulcan Rockhead.

Like Theodor Spenta, a legendary dragon race that is famous even in the Empire among the dragon races of the Federal State.

I had also heard rumors that the two dragon people were very close friends, and although there were fewer eyewitness accounts than Theodore, it was clear that he was not an ordinary person with strong arms.

In terms of time, it is the pre-war generation, not the 5 knights of the current empire.

The fact that two of these knights died at the hands of Rockhead on the battlefield is famous even among adventurers.

“Phew…!”

“Are you nervous?”

“Joe, a little bit.”

The person Varian asked to meet and persuade in person was Vulcan Lockhead.

If Vulcan vehemently opposed the truce at the end of the conversation, what would happen next… It was difficult to even dare to predict the picture.

“It’s okay. You just have to express what you have to say and what you want to say.”

“···.”

“Even if something happens under the pretext of that, as I am a guard, I will take responsibility for the saintess’s well-being in any way possible. I am quick on my feet.”

Even though I knew it was only half-joking, my mind was surprisingly calm.

Atra, who naturally smiled, did not hide his excited voice.

“Yes… I’ll take care of you.”

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In front of the iron gate leading to a building that looks more like a temple than a mansion.

Even though Roman and Atra arrived at their destination earlier than the scheduled time, Varian was there first and waiting.

“You’re here. If you’re ready, can we come right in?”

“Yes! Of course.”

Varian opened the unguarded door wide and headed inside with long strides.

The two people saw a garden and interior that were completely different from the empire.

It is literally a room, there is no space to sleep, and it resembles a temple supported by pillars.

There was an open waterway along the road, and there were a lot of people who looked like servants.

I passed through a carefully decorated path and entered the temple.

So Varian took the lead, lifted the red cloth blocking his compartment, and pushed his feet into the space.

Atra and Roman also entered the space.

“Welcome.”

“!”

It was not just the Yongin tribe that welcomed the two people.

Theodor Spenta, who once encountered a gigantic dragon presumed to be Vulcan Rockhead, had such a powerful presence that it was difficult to forget.

He lay down next to Vulcan, who was sitting, and scratched his stomach to welcome the two.

“Are you enjoying the prayer ceremony? Did you embrace the seeds?”